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" He hung his head— each nobler aim, And hope, and feeling, which had slept From boyhood's hour, thai instant came Fresh o'er him, and he wept — he wept Bleat tears of soul-felt penitence." — Lalla Boakh, 'Twas o'er ! — the wild and fev'rish dream Of guilt had lost th' unhallow'd light That play'd around it from the gleam Of pleasure's false yet brilliant beam, And all that in that trance seem'd bright And beautiful, and born of truth, And things of an eternal youth, Now sprang before the startled sight, Rifled of their delusive charms, In alter'd shapes and wither'd forms, Flitting before the sickened eye That shrank from their grim mockery. The " silver veil" was drawn aside, That o'er the brow of crime was hung, And all the lustre that it flung Upon the dazzled sight, to hide The hideousness that scowl'd within, Was quench'd and gone — the spell was broke, And stifled memory wildly woke From the long sleep she slept in sin, And brought the shuddering soul at last To think upon the gloomy past. Oh what an agonizing look He cast upon life's fearful book, And saw on every glaring leaf The hopes, the joys, the smiles gone by, That scarcely lived for him — so brief Their being ere they droop'd to die ; And better feelings, wont to spring In earlier time on brighter wing — These, too, the venom'd shaft of crime Struck to the earth before their prime, And left the young heart which they graced With loveliness, a sunless waste. Fierce conscience from her torch of light Threw a red glare upon the gloom Of memory's wilds, and made so bright Scenes that she shuddered to illume, That he could count them one by one, And see for what he gave up all The sweets with which this world is rife, Which shine, each like a summer sun, Over the wilderness of life : Aye ! all the heart of man can call His own — love, honour, beauty, fame — The light of an unsullied name ; Nay, even his very hope of heav'n Was in these reckless moments given For a wild dream of troubled joy, That every nobler tie had riven, And pleased him — only to destroy. The Reclaimed. 465 All, all, arose — and in that hour Came o'er his soul with startling power, Like spirits risen from the tomb To taunt — to goad him with his doom ; To tell him he was but a speck — A shattered and a hopeless wreck, Rolling along life's troubled wave, That yawn'd around him as a grave, With scarce a gleam from mercy's star To guide him thro' the wild waves' war, And light him to some sunny isle, Where hope might live, look up, and smile. Oh, 'twas too much ! —the anguish'd heart, Thus chasten'd 'neath that quiv'ring smart, Felt thro' it a redeeming thrill, That pain'd, yet bid its pangs be still. • Meekly he knelt him down, and wept The tears that long, too long, had slept Within his proud, unmoisten'd eye, That never look'd for hope on high ; And he hath breath'd a heart-sprung sigh, Fresh from a reckless, haughty soul, That never yet could brook control. From out the dust he did not raise His fallen head to that bright sky ; He dare not think that prayer or praise From him could ever hope to stay Justice in its terrific sway. No, but with wounded feelings now, Low to the earth he bends his brow, And faintly murmurs one deep prayer, Calling on injured heaven to spare. " Lord, let thy mercy and thy love Lighten my spirit from above ; Let but a spark of grace benign Beam o'er tnis crime-chill'd soul of mine ; And, God of glory, let me feel Thou dost not spurn me as I kneel, But hear'st this fervent, wild appeal For mercy !" Lo, a radiance bright, Like that of morning's smile, awaking • Upon the gloomy pall of night, Over the soul's horizon breaking, Sheds softly round its lovely fight ; And he — the lost one — now can claim The smiles of virtue, honour, fame ! But not alone he feels a bliss So exquisite, so sweet as this, But e'en in the ethereal sides Angels ring out their melodies— Their songs of joy — and loudly share The triumph of a heartfelt prayer; For if there be a scene that can Give a peculiar joy to heaven, 'Tis that, when guilty, sinful man Stands at her throne — reclaim'd — forgiven ! Fitz , T. C. D.